ART BRUT, TOTP, #1

CHICAGO IS VERY VERY COOL. MORE OF THAT LATER THOUGH.

RIGHT NOW, WITH WORDS, SENSE AND CIRCADIAN RHYTHM FAILING ME, I SHALL LET THE JPEGS DO THE TALKING. THE LAST 2 WEEKS WE'VE BEEN ON TOUR WITH ART BRUT. IT WENT A LITTLE SOMETHING LIKE THIS (I HAVE ATTEMPTED TO ARTICULATE A FEW WORDS BY WAY OF EXPLANATION):


gypsy, he carries guitars too kids:


this is a bridge, fuck knows where (actually I do know where this is, I just thought that would sound cool and that):


blurred, car, fast, vroom vroom:


We got used to this:


AB Soundcheck, Sheffield?:


Yeh, stop harrassing the poor boy:


Sheffield, shoes, blood, and a mirkin perhaps?:


Set list in guitar case, nice:


Bradford, STUPID WONDERFUL venue, we brought the rock of course:


1, 2, 3, knobs, present and correct:


The number of the yeast perhaps:


Bradford, side of stage:


Bradford, front of house:


This is called the Destructor Tower in York. It's the world's largest completely 2-dimensional thing:


Waiting for the car wash:


York. Rammed:


York. Gypsy. Feedback:


If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all:


My diet for 2 weeks:


Last date, Stoke:


Jasper, doing the crab or something:


Bye bye:


Answers on a post-card please.

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